(I'm including here, among other things, some photos of some of the people I've met so far) I started teaching. It was really, really frustrating; one misunderstanding after another. Oy. So, I didn't really have a schedule for Camille Jullian yet, and I was supposed to get one by email last weekend. But I didn't. But the French aren't known for punctuality, so I waited. Monday, nothing. Tuesday, nothing. Wednesday, still nothing, and I'm supposed to start on Thursday. I can't email the teacher in charge of me and the other assistant, because her father died on Monday, so she's away. So I go to the school. Twice. No one is there and there is no mail in my box. EXCEPT a class list from some mysterious person I've never met for some mysterious class that
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